Hi :)

This first Fanfiction of mine is originally a german story. I wrote (actually am still writing ) and published it on a german website and decided to translate it.

Since I´m obviously not a native speaker, please don´t be too hard on me if I make any mistakes in spelling or word choice. I´m always glad for people to correct me though ;)

Now I´ll try to update twice a week, but I´m not sure if I can always manage to.

I need to write the chapters in german AND translate that, which will take some time :)

There´s a bit of bad language in this chapter, but not too much.

Now I´ll just shut up and let you read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the book by Simone Elkeles that this story is losely based on.

Prologue:

Kurt

My life is perfect. I've got the perfect clothes, the perfect friends, the perfect family. Everyone at McKinley knows that. Or at least they all believe it. And everyday I make sure it stays like this.

I've been standing frustrated in front of my mirror for about half an hour doing my hair. Somehow I managed to roll around in my sleep in a way that made half of my hair stand in every possible direction while the other half is sticking flatly to my head. Meanwhile I've halfway saved my completely destroyed hairdo, but there's still this one nervewrecking strand that just won't stay in its position.

"Kurt, what's taking you so long?" I hear from the kitchen downstairs. Great! My lovely stepmother April!

I'd love to simply ignore her annoying voice calling for me, even if it was just in order to vex her a bit.

A short glance at my watch tells me I need to get going though.

Moaning I put down my comb and mousse, grab my messenger bag from my chair and hurry down the stairs. I only stop in front of my stepmother's suspicious eyes.

"Do you really have to wear those... designer pieces all the time? I bought you these nice t-shirts a few days ago, remember? And weren't you to do laundry before you leave?"

I let a out a sigh, quietly so she can't hear. It would just cause another one of her ranting outbursts and I'm not in the mood for that now.

So instead I put on my best smile and say : "Good morning to you, too, April." This seems to calm her down a little and with a simple roll of her eyes she replies: "Well, I guess laundry can wait until you return from school later. Want a bagle?"

"Nope, thanks. Where's Hannah?"I ask instead.

"She's in the living room."

"Have you already told the new nurse that she's allergic to nuts? And that she recently started biting?"

My little sister Hannah has cerebal palsy and is therefor retarded in her development. After 15 years of practice we all know how to handle her best, but every new nurse of course hasn't got a clue of Hannah's loveable but also exhausting manners.

"Of course I have" she almost snaps. "Let's just hope that our highness will behave better this time. Otherwise we won't see the new nurse for long."

I pass her without a word walking towards the living room. I hate how she always talks about Hannah as if she's a spoilt little girl when instead she's the most good-hearted person I know.

She's sitting in her wheelchair playing memory with herself on the couchtable when I enter the room.

"Good morning, sweety!" I smile and put a quick kiss on top of her head. "Wanna wish your big brother good luck for his first day of school after summer break?"

She simply nods in silence and then grabs my neatly styled hair, pulling me into one of her surprisingly strong embraces.

"Hannah, don't be that coarse!" April interferes, standing in the doorframe. Hannah lets go immediately and looks at me concerned.

"It's okay, honey. You didn't hurt me."

'Only my hairdo' I add silently. But I just can't be mad at her for that and I definitely don't want her to feel guilty, so I say nothing.

And as expected, her beautiful smile I love so much soon appears on her lips again.

"I gotta go, sweety. But later we'll play memory together, I promise."

Hannah nods again and her smile turns even wider. I kiss her on the cheek and -after quickly hugging April goodbye- walk to my car.

Blaine

"Blaine, get up!"

As an answer I moan a little and burry my face even deeper in the pillow.

"Get lost and fucking let me sleep, Finn!" I mumble, not sure if he can even understand what I'm saying through the pillow.

I can almost feel the cheeky smirk on my little brother's face though.

"Mom sent me to tell you that she'll empty her plaster bucket over you if you don't get up now." he grins.

With another moan I lift my head off my pillow only to throw it after Finn. He staggers in surprise and falls right on my other brother Noah's neatly made bed.

"Shit, Finn! I'm not gonna do this again!" Noah instantly swears from the door.

"I'm sure as hell not doing it for you." Finn opposes. "I'm not gonna touch your stinky stuff."

Noah's expression turns from dark to superblackly and he takes a threatening step in Finn's direction.

With only 12 years, Finn is of course much shorter than 15-year-old Noah.

He sticks out his tongue to the older boy though, which makes Noah finally pounce on him.

They wrestle a bit and Noah clearly holds himself back in order not to hurt his little brother, who -to be honest- gives a good account of himself.

When their little fight seems to get out of control though, I finally torture myself out of bed and try to seperate them.

But Noah trips me up so I tremble in my doze and fall on the floor with my two little brothers. Just when we hit the ground, I feel the icy water pierce through my boxers.

With a loud "Shit!" I look up and see my Mom standing in front of us, hands pressed in her hips, looking angry and holding an empty plaster bucket in her left hand.

"Get up and go get something to eat." she orders with a voice that knows no opposition.

"Shit, Mom." Noah mumbles quietly, but then obeys just like Finn and I do.

As soon as we're sitting on the kitchen table shovelling cornflakes in our mouths, the lecture starts for real:

"I won't tolerate my sons beating each other all the time. That is not the way I brought you up and you'll stop this immediately. You got this?"

None of us bothers to answer. We all know that we, especially my two younger brothers won't stop these little fights anyway and so does Mom. It's nothing to be concerned about, just boys measuring their power.

"I asked you if you got this." Mum repeats though, het voice sounding really angry now.

Finn and Noah grumble something sounding like a "Yes" and now Mom is turning her attention to me.

"What about you, Blaine?"

I raise my hands up in defense. "I'm innocent. I just wanted to stop it."

"And what about all those fights you get into?" she insists.

I almost knew she would bring this up. Acting completely innocent though, I say: "It was only one time, Mom!"

"Don't think I'm stupid, son! I know you always get into fights in this gang. Don't even try to tell me different."

"Mom, they're my friends. We don't beat each other up or something. We just have to show these spoilt moneybags who's boss sometimes."

She lets out a resigned sigh and the look on her face almost makes me feel guilty.

Mom has a hard job to do with us and she always had, raising us three boys without any help.

But that's the thing about me: I'm just not the type of guy for feeling guilty.

So I just give her my charming smile and excuse myself to take a shower.

As soon as I'm done, I grab my leather jacket, my school bag and the black leather wristband which is decorated with the logo of my gang, the "South Demons".

Then I shout a quick "Bye!" in direction of the kitchen and leave, slowly walking to my black motorcycle.

It's the first day of my Senior Year. I should probably be excited about this fact, but on the other hand, what use can I make of a High School graduation? I don't have enough money to go to college and the jobs people will give to someone like me are the ones I could get without a graduation.

Not that encouraging, huh?

Which is why I'm totally in a bad mood when I hear a familiar voice calling from behind me.

"Hey, Sexy!"

No! Not now please!

"Eli!" I reply with a forced smile. Even if I don't want the comlany of my ex-boyfriend right now, he's still a member of the "Demons", which means I have to be nice to him.

"Can I get a ride? My fucking car won't work."

I suppress the need to moan and instead just say: "Sure, just get up there!"

Eli gets on the bike behind me and I notice the way he presses himself much closer onto me as necessary. I don't say a word though.

I just repeat the same thought over and over again in my head:

"It's only one year to go!"

I don't dare imagine what's to come after.

I hope you liked it and feel free to tell me your opinion ;)